Game of Destiny

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[Approximately two months later]:

"Alright, see y'all on Monday!" Destiny waved bye to her only two favorite coworkers in Target. Life for Destiny as of now was amazingly good. To her surprise, she got a phone call from the owners of 'Fine Fitness', informing her that she had been chosen to be the new face of their brand.

At first, she couldn't wrap her head around the exciting news but when she went on Instagram, she saw that everything she was told over the phone was true. Her pictures were being reposted left and right. People she didn't even know were now requesting to follow her page. It was like she blew up overnight.

As Destiny waited for her Uber ride that claimed to be five-minutes away, a woman she had never seen before slowly approached her with caution. "Hello." Her gentle voice greeted. Destiny frowned her eyebrows, looking at the Hispanic lady with short red hair and light brown eyes. "I'm sorry, do I know you?" Destiny asked.

"No." She awkwardly pulled in her bottom lip, "I am only the messenger." The woman informed. Destiny scrunched her face, staring at her strangely. "Allow me to introduce myself." Yeah, you should of started with that first. "My name is Fran Bailey. I work for Kross Jackson." She fixed the sleeves on her beige button up blouse.

Destiny's heart picked up it's speed hearing that name again. She wasn't sure how he managed to track her down through her place of employment, but she was both creeped out and jittery. "I was asked to come here and give you a message." Fran said. Destiny looked in her direction, allowing Fran to go on. Fran proceeded to pulling something from the black leather bag across her shoulder.

"Mr. Jackson wanted me to give you this card with his personal contact info." She handed Destiny the small black card. "He would like for you to call him tonight." Fran smiled, "Preferably around seven." She added, being sure not to forget what her boss instructed of her do to. Destiny looked down at the card, "Kross: (954)-216-5505" It read. "Thanks." Destiny looked up at Fran briefly.

"Can I ask you something?" She traced the phone number with the pad of her thumb. Fran shook her head yes. "How does he know where I work? I mean, we only had a bump in." Destiny chuckled humorously. Fran simpered, "Mr. Jackson has the power to make whatever happen. If he wants to find you, he will." She said. "That's all I can say. You enjoy the rest of your day."

As Fran walked across the parking lot back to her car, Destiny's Uber pulled up. She got in, waiting for the driver to pull off. When she made it home, it was going on six-thirty in the evening. She removed her shoes at the door, dropping her keys on the table. The house was awfully quiet with Deedra being at Brandon's house for the weekend, Lani away at some boot camp program for her step team, and Darnell deciding to hang out with his friends.

For once in a very long time, Destiny had the house to herself. She entered her bedroom, stripping out of her clothes and tossing them into the hamper. She grabbed her towel and hygiene products before making it across the hall to the bathroom. She got in the tub, taking a long and steaming hot shower. The hot water beating on her back loosened the tension in her muscles.

She decided to get out before her fingers could turn into raisins. Wrapping the grey towel around her body, she re-entered her bedroom, shutting the door with her foot. She dropped the towel, greasing her entire body in lavender body oil. She then threw on a sports bra with a pair of black joggers.

She disconnected her phone from the charger, walking down the hall and into the kitchen for something to eat. Looking down at her phone, she saw over two-hundred notifications from the Instagram app. It's been over weeks since the announcement of her new modeling gig, but the messages and requests just kept coming in nonstop.